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UNDER THE TREE 



And over and over I tried to see 
Some of us walking under the tree, 

And how it looks when I am there. 

From On the Hill 



UNDER THE TREE 



BY 

ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS 




new york B. W. HUEBSCH, Inc. mcmxxii 



COPYRIGHT, 1922. BY 
B. W. HUEBSCH, INC. 



PRINTED IN U|. S. A- 






JAN -4 i32o 

©C1A690912 



TO MY FATHER 

SIMPSON ROBERTS 



ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 

Certain of these poems have appeared in 
The Atlantic Monthly, The University 
Record (the University of Chicago), 
Poetry, a Magazine of Verse, Child Life, 
and the Phoenix. The author thanks 
the editors of these journals for the 
privilege of reprinting. 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

The Sky 1 

The Cornfield 3 

Milking Time 4 

In My Pillow 6 

Miss Kate-Marie 8 

The Woodpecker .10 

The Star 11 

The Butterbean Tent 12 

Big Brother 14 

Mr. Wells 15 

Dick and Will 16 

The Pilaster 18 

Firefly 19 

Little Rain 20 

The Pulpit 22 

On the Hill 24 

Autumn 26 

The Rabbit . 28 

Crescent Moon 29 

Father's Story . . . 30 

Christmas Morning 32 

People Going By 35 

Babes in the Woods .38 

The Picnic 40 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Mumps ..... ....... 42 

The Circus 44 

Strange Tree : . . . .46 

The Branch 48 

The Worm .... 50 

A Child Asleep 52 

Little Bush 54 

At the Water 55 

Water Noises 56 

Among the Rushes 58 

Numbers 59 

In the Night 60 

The People 63 

The Grandmother 64 

In Maryland 66 

The Sunday Bonnet 68 

The Sun and a Birch Tree ....... 70 

A Little Wind 71 

Autumn Fields 72 

Mr. Pennybaker at Church 74 

The Wolves 75 

A Beautiful Lady 76 

Shells in Rock 78 

Horse 80 

August Night 82 

Three Dominican Nuns 84 

My Heart . 85 

The Hens 86 



THE SKY 



I saw a shadow on the ground 
And heard a bluejay going by; 
A shadow went across the ground, 
And I looked up and saw the sky. 

It hung up on the poplar tree, 
But while I looked it did not stay; 
It gave a tiny sort of jerk 
And moved a little bit away. 

And farther on and farther on 
It moved and never seemed to stop. 
I think it must be tied with chains 
And something pulls it from the top. 



[i] 



It never has come down again, 
And every time I look to see, 
The sky is always slipping back 
And getting far away from me. 



[2] 



THE CORNFIELD 



I went across the pasture lot 
When not a one was watching me. 
Away beyond the cattle barns 
I climbed a little crooked tree. 

And I could look down on the field 
And see the corn and how it grows 
Across the world and up and down 
In very straight and even rows. 

And far away and far away — 
I wonder if the farmer man 
Knows all about the corn and how 
It comes together like a fan. 



[3] 



MILKING TIME 



When supper time is almost come, 
But not quite here, I cannot wait, 
And so I take my china mug 
And go down by the milking gate. 

The cow is always eating shucks 
And spilling off the little silk. 
Her purple eyes are big and soft — 
She always smells like milk. 

And Father takes my mug from me, 
And then he makes the stream come out. 
I see it going in my mug 
And foaming all about. 



[4] 



And when it's piling very high, 

And when some little streams commence 

To run and drip along the sides, 

He hands it to me through the fence. 



[5] 



IN MY PILLOW 



When Mother or Father turns down the light, 
I like to look into my pillow at night. 

Some people call them dreams, but for me 

They are things I look down in my pillow and see. 

I saw some birds, as many as four, 

That were all blue wings and nothing else more. 

Without any head and without any feet, 
Just blue wings flying over a street. 

And almost every night I see 

A little brown bowl that can talk to me, 



[6] 



A nice little bowl that laughs and sings, 
And ever so many other things. 

Sometimes they are plainer than I can say, 
And while I am waking they go away. 

And when nobody is coming by, 
I feel my pillow all over and try 

And try to feel the pretty things, 

The little brown bowl and the flying wings. 



[7] 



MISS KATE-MARIE 



And it was Sunday everywhere, 
And Father pinned a rose on me 
And said he guessed he'd better take 
Me down to see Miss Kate-Marie. 

And when I went it all turned out 
To be a Sunday school, and there 
Miss Kate-Marie was very good 
And let me stand beside her chair. 

Her hat was made of yellow lace; 
Her dress was very soft and thin, 
And when she talked her little tongue 
Was always wriggling out and in. 



[8] 



I liked to smell my pretty rose; 
I liked to feel her silky dress. 
She held a very little book 
And asked the things for us to guess. 

She asked about Who-made-y-God, 
And never seemed to fuss or frown; 
I liked to watch her little tongue 
And see it wriggle up and down. 



[9] 



THE WOODPECKER 



The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole 
And made him a house in the telephone pole. 

One day when I watched he poked out his head, 
And he had on a hood and a collar of red. 

When the streams of rain pour out of the sky, 
And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by, 

And the big, big wheels of thunder roll, 
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole. 



[10] 



THE STAR 
(A Song) 



little one away so far, 

You cannot hear me when I sing. 

You cannot tell me what you are, 

1 cannot tell you anything. 



[ii] 



THE BUTTERBEAN TENT 



All through the garden I went and went, 
And I walked in under the butterbean tent. 

The poles leaned up like a good tepee 
And made a nice little house for me. 

I had a hard brown clod for a seat, 
And all outside was a cool green street. 

A little green worm and a butterfly 

And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by. 

Hidden away there were flocks and flocks 
Of bugs that could go like little clocks. 



[12] 



Such a good day it was when I spent 

A long, long while in the butterbean tent. 



[13] 



BIG BROTHER 

Our brother Clarence goes to school. 

He has a slate and a blue school-bag. 

He has a book and a copybook 

And a scholar's companion and a little slate rag. 

He knows a boy named Joe B. Kirk, 
And he learns about c-a-t cat, 
And how to play one-two-sky-blue, 
And how to make a football out of a hat. 

We climb up on the fence and gate 
And watch until he's small and dim, 
Far up the street, and he looks back 
To see if we keep on watching him. 



[14] 



MR. WELLS 



On Sunday morning, then he comes 
To church, and everybody smells 
The blacking and the toilet soap 
And camphor balls from Mr. Wells. 

He wears his whiskers in a bunch, 
And wears his glasses on his head. 
I mustn't call him Old Man Wells — 
No matter — that's what Father said. 

And when the little blacking smells 
And camphor balls and soap begin, 
I do not have to look to know 
That Mr. Wells is coming in. 



[15] 



DICK AND WILL 



Our brother says that Will was born 
The very day that Dickie came; 
When one is four the other is, 
And all their birthdays are the same. 

Their coats and waists are just alike; 
They have their hats together, too. 
They sleep together in one bed, 
And Will can put on Dickie's shoe. 

But they are not the same at all; 
Two different boys they have to be, 
For Dick can play in Mother's room 
When Will is climbing in a tree. 



[16] 



Or maybe Will is on the porch 
To cry because he stubbed his toe, 
And Dick is laughing by the gate 
And watching ants go in a row. 



117] 



THE PILASTER 



The church has pieces jutting out 
Where corners of the walls begin, 
I have one for my little house, 
And I can feel myself go in. 

I feel myself go in the bricks, 
And I can see myself in there. 
I'm always waiting all alone, 
I'm sitting on a little chair. 

And I am sitting very still, 
And I am waiting on and on 
For something that is never there, 
For something that is gone. 



[18] 



FIREFLY 
(A Song) 



A little light is going by, 
Is going up to see the sky, 
A little light with wings. 

I never could have thought of it, 
To have a little bug all lit 
And made to go on wings. 



[19] 



LITTLE RAIN 



When I was making myself a game 
Up in the garden, a little rain came. 

It fell down quick in a sort of rush, 

And I crawled back under the snowball bush. 

I could hear the big drops hit the ground 
And see little puddles of dust fly round. 

A chicken came till the rain was gone; 
He had just a very few feathers on. 

He shivered a little under his skin, 
And then he shut his eyeballs in. 



[20] 



Even after the rain had begun to hush 
It kept on raining up in the bush. 

One big flat drop came sliding down, 
And a ladybug that was red and brown 

Was up on a little stem waiting there, 
And I got some rain in my hair. 



[21] 



THE PULPIT 



On Sunday when I go to church 

I wear my dress that's trimmed with lace. 

I sit beside my mother and 

Am very quiet in my place. 

When Dr. Brown is reading hymns 
To make the people want to sing, 
Or when he preaches loud and makes 
The shivery bells begin to ring, 

I watch the little pulpit house — 
It isn't very tall or wide — 
And then I wonder all about 
The little ones that live inside. 



[22] 



When Dr. Brown has preached enough, 
And when he is about to stop, 
He stands behind the little house 
And shuts the Bible on the top. 

I wonder if they sit inside, 

And if they cook and walk up stairs. 

I wonder if they have a cat 

And say some kind of little prayers. 

I wonder if they re ever scared 
Because the bedroom lamp goes out, 
And what their little dreams are like 
And what they wonder all about. 



[23] 



ON THE HILL 



Mother said that we could go 

Up on the hill where the strawberries grow. 

And while I was there I looked all down, 
Over the trees and over the town. 

I saw the field where the big boys play, 
And the roads that come from every way, 

The courthouse place where the wagons stop, 
And the bridge and the scales and the black- 
smith shop. 

The church steeple looked very tall and thin, 
And I found the house that we live in. 



[24] 



I saw it under the poplar tree, 
And I bent my head and tried to see 

Our house when the rain is over it, 

And how it looks when the lamps are lit. 

I saw the swing from up on the hill, 
The ropes were hanging very still. 

And over and over I tried to see 
Some of us walking under the tree, 

And the children playing everywhere, 
And how it looks when I am there. 

But Dickie said, "Come on, let's race"; 
And Will had found the strawberry place. 



[25] 



AUTUMN 



Dick and Will and Charles and I 

Were playing it was election day, 

And I was running for president, 

And Dick was a band that was going to play, 

And Charles and Will were a street parade, 
But Clarence came and said that he 
Was going to run for president, 
And I could run for school-trustee. 

He made some flags for Charles and Will 
And a badge to go on Dickie's coat. 
He stood some cornstalks by the fence 
And had them for the men that vote. 



[26] 



Then he climbed on a box and made a speech 
To the cornstalk men that were in a row. 
It was all about the dem-o-crats, 
And "I de-fy any man to show." 

And "I de-fy any man to say." 
And all about "It's a big disgrace." 
He spoke his speech out very loud 
And shook his fist in a cornstalk's face. 



[27] 



THE RABBIT 



When they said the time to hide was mine, 
I hid back under a thick grape vine. 

And while I was still for the time to pass, 
A litle gray thing came out of the grass. 

He hopped his way through the melon bed 
And sat down close by a cabbage head. 

He sat down close where I could see, 
And his big still eyes looked hard at me, 

His big eyes bursting out of the rim, 
And I looked back very hard at him. 



[28] 



CRESCENT MOON 



And Dick said, "Look what I have found!' 
And when we saw we danced around, 
And made our feet just tip the ground. 

We skipped our toes and sang, "Oh-lo. 
Oh-who, oh- who, oh what do you know! 
Oh- who, oh-hi, oh-loo, kee-lo!" 

We clapped our hands and sang, "Oh-ee!" 
It made us jump and laugh to see 
The little new moon above the tree. 



[29] 



FATHER'S STORY 



We put more coal on the big red fire, 

And while we are waiting for dinner to cook, 

Our father comes and tells us about 

A story that he has read in a book. 

And Charles and Will and Dick and I 
And all of us but Clarence are there. 
And some of us sit on Father's legs, 
But one has to sit on the little red chair. 

And when we are sitting very still, 
He sings us a song or tells a piece; 
He sings Dan Tucker Went to Town, 
Or he tells us about the golden fleece. 

[30] 



He tells about the golden wool, 

And some of it is about a boy 

Named Jason, and about a ship, 

And some is about a town called Troy. 

And while he is telling or singing it through, 
I stand by his arm, for that is my place. 
And I push my fingers into his skin 
To make little dents in his big rough face. 



[31] 



CHRISTMAS MORNING 



If Bethlehem were here today, 
Or this were very long ago, 
There wouldn't be a winter time 
Nor any cold or snow. 

I'd run out through the garden gate, 
And down along the pasture walk; 
And off beside the cattle barns 
I'd hear a kind of gentle talk. 

I'd move the heavy iron chain 
And pull away the wooden pin; 
I'd push the door a little bit 
And tiptoe very softly in. 



[32] 



The pigeons and the yellow hens 
And all the cows would stand away; 
Their eyes would open wide to see 
A lady in the manger hay, 

If this were very long ago 
And Bethlehem were here today. 

And Mother held my hand and smiled- 
I mean the lady would— and she 
Would take the woolly blankets off 
Her little boy so I could see. 

His shut-up eyes would be asleep, 
And he would look like our John, 
And he would be all crumpled too, 
And have a pinkish color on. 



[33] 



I'd watch his breath go in and out. 
His little clothes would all be white. 
I'd slip my finger in his hand 
To feel how he could hold it tight. 

And she would smile and say, "Take care," 
The mother, Mary, would, "Take care"; 
And I would kiss his little hand 
And touch his hair. 

While Mary put the blankets back 
The gentle talk would soon begin. 
And when I'd tiptoe softly out 
I'd meet the wise men going in. 



[34] 



PEOPLE GOING BY 



Before they come I hear their talk 
And hear their feet go on the walk. 

Some go fast and some go slow, 
And some of them I almost know. 

In mornings they are going down 
To see somebody in the town. 

Or Mrs. Warner hurries past; 
She has to go and come back fast. 

She walks by quick and will not stop, 
To go to the church with the cross on top. 



[35] 



I think she goes there every day 
To take her rosary and pray. 

And one of them is Mr. Jim — 

And the big white dog that follows him. 

And one is lame; that's Uncle Mells; 
He takes off warts by mumbling words, 
And he can lay on spells. 

Or maybe night is almost come, 
And Miss Jane Anne is going home. 

And by her side walks Mr. Paul; 
They go along with far-off looks 
And hardly ever talk at all. 

Or Murry's child comes up this way 
To carry milk to poor Miss May 



[36] 



That lives in Wells's other house, 
Or Joe is driving home his cows. 

And some go fast and some go slow, 
And some of them I almost know. 

I can feel them almost speak to me, 
When they pass by our tree. 



[37] 



BABES IN THE WOODS 



The two little children that died long ago 
Away in the woods on the top of a hill — 
And a good little robin that knew all about it 
Came with strawberry leaves in her bill, 

To cover them up, and she kept very quiet 
And brought the leaves one at a time, I think. 
And some of the leaves would have little holes 

in them, 
And some would be red and pink. 

And these little Babes-in-the-Woods that were 

dead 
Must have lain very still, and they heard all the 

talk 
That the bees would be saying to more little bees, 
And maybe they even could hear the ants walk. 

[38] 



And they could look out through a crack in 

the leaves 
And see little bushes and some of the sky. 
They could see robin coming with leaves in her 

mouth, 
And they watched for her when she went by. 



[39] 



THE PICNIC 

They had a picnic in the woods, 

And Mother couldn't go that day, 

But the twins and Brother and I could go; 

We rode on the wagon full of hay. 

There were more little girls than ten, I guess, 
And the boy that is Joe B. Kirk was there. 
He found a toad and a katydid, 
And a little girl came whose name was Clare. 

Miss Kate-Marie made us play a song 
Called "Fare-you-well, says Johnny O'Brown.' 
You dance in a ring and sing it through, 
And then some one kneels down. 

[40] 



She kissed us all and Joe B. Kirk; 
But Joe B. didn't mind a bit. 
He walked around and swung his arms 
And seemed to be very glad of it. 

Then Mr. Jim said he would play, 
But Miss Marie, she told him then, 
It's a game for her and the little folks, 
And he could go and fish with the men. 

Mr. Wells was there and he had a rope 
To tie to a limb and make it swing. 
And Mrs. Wells, Mr. Wells's wife, 
Gave me a peach and a chicken wing. 

And I had a little cherry pie 

And a piece of bread, and after we'd played 

Two other songs, I had some cake 

And another wing and some lemonade. 



[41] 



MUMPS 



I had a feeling in my neck, 

And on the sides were two big bumps; 

I couldn't swallow anything 

At all because I had the mumps. 

And Mother tied it with a piece, 
And then she tied up Will and John, 
And no one else but Dick was left 
That didn't have a mump rag on. 

He teased at us and laughed at us, 
And said, whenever he went by, 
"It's vinegar and lemon drops 
And pickles!" just to make us cry. 



[42] 



But Tuesday Dick was very sad 
And cried because his neck was sore, 
And not a one said sour things 
To anybody any more. 



[43] 



THE CIRCUS 

Friday came and the circus was there, 
And Mother said that the twins and I 
And Charles and Clarence and all of us 
Could go out and see the parade go by. 

And there were wagons with pictures on, 
And you never could guess what they had inside, 
Nobody could guess, for the doors were shut, 
And there was a dog that a monkey could ride. 

A man on the top of a sort of cart 
Was clapping his hands and making a talk. 
And the elephant came — he can step pretty far — 
It made us laugh to see him walk. 

[44] 



Three beautiful ladies came riding by, 
And each one had on a golden dress, 
And each one had a golden whip. 
They were queens of Sheba, I guess. 

A big wild man was in a cage, 
And he had some snakes going over his feet. 
And somebody said "He eats them alive!" 
But I didn't see him eat. 



[45] 



STRANGE TREE 



Away beyond the Jarboe house 

I saw a different kind of tree. 

Its trunk was old and large and bent, 

And I could feel it look at me. 

The road was going on and on 
Beyond to reach some other place. 
I saw a tree that looked at me, 
And yet it did not have a face. 

It looked at me with all its limbs; 
It looked at me with all its bark. 
The yellow wrinkles on its sides 
Were bent and dark. 



[46] 



And then I ran to get away, 
But when I stopped to turn and see, 
The tree was bending to the side 
And leaning out to look at me. 



[47] 



THE BRANCH 

We stopped at the branch on the way to the hill. 
We stopped at the water a while and played. 
We hid our things by the osage tree 
And took off our shoes and stockings to wade. 

There is sand at the bottom that bites at your 

feet, 
And there is a rock where the waterfall goes. 
You can poke your foot in the foamy part 
And feel how the water runs over your toes. 

The little black spiders that walk on the top 
Of the water are hard and stiff and cool. 
And I saw some wiggletails going around, 
And some slippery minnows that live in the pool. 



[48] 



And where it is smooth there is moss on a stone, 
And where it is shallow and almost dry 
The rocks are broken and hot in the sun, 
And a rough little water goes hurrying by. 



[49] 



THE WORM 



Dickie found a broken spade 
And said he'd dig himself a well; 
And then Charles took a piece of tin, 
And I was digging with a shell. 

Then Will said he would dig one too. 
We shaped them out and made them wide, 
And I dug up a piece of clod 
That had a little worm inside. 

We watched him pucker up himself 
And stretch himself to walk away. 
He tried to go inside the dirt, 
But Dickie made him wait and stay. 



[50] 



His shining skin was soft and wet. 
I poked him once to see him squirm. 
And then Will said, "I wonder if 
He knows that he's a worm." 

And then we sat back on our feet 
And wondered for a little bit. 
And we forgot to dig our wells 
Awhile, and tried to answer it. 

And while we tried to find it out, 
He puckered in a little wad, 
And then he stretched himself again 
And went back home inside the clod. 



[51] 



A CHILD ASLEEP 



I looked for him everywhere 
Because I wanted him to play; 
And then I found him on his bed 
Asleep, but it was day. 

His eyes were shut behind the lids — 
He couldn't lift them up to see. 
And I looked at him very long, 
And something in him looked at me. 

And he was something like a cat 
That is asleep, or like a dog; 
Or like a thing that's in the woods 
All day behind a log. 



[52] 



And then I was afraid of it, 

Of something that was sleeping there. 

I didn't even say his name, 

But I came down the stair. 



[53] 



LITTLE BUSH 

(A Song) 

A little bush 

At the picnic place, 

A little bush could talk to me. 

I ran away 

And hid myself, 

And I found a bush that could talk to me, 

A smooth little bush said a word to me. 



[54] 



AT THE WATER 

I liked to go to the branch today; 
I liked to play with the wiggletails there. 
And five little smells and one big smell 
Were going round in the air. 

One was the water, a little cold smell, 
And one was mud and that was more, 
And one was the smell of cool wet moss, 
And one was some fennel up on the shore. 

And the one big smell came out of the mint, 
And one was something I couldn't tell. 
And the five little ones and the big one 
All went together very well. 

[55] 



WATER NOISES 

When I am playing by myself, 
And all the boys are lost around, 
Then I can hear the water go; 
It makes a little talking sound. 

Along the rocks below the tree, 

I see it ripple up and wink; 

And I can hear it saying on, 

"And do you think? And do you think? 

A bug shoots by that snaps and ticks, 
And a bird flies up beside the tree 
To go into the sky to sing. 
I hear it say, "Killdee, killdee!" 



[56] 



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Or else a yellow cow comes down 
To splash a while and have a drink. 
But when she goes I still can hear 
The water say, "And do you think?' 



[57] 



AMONG THE RUSHES 



I saw a curly leaf and it was caught against 

the grassy side, 
And it was tangled in the watery grasses where 

the branch is wide; 
I had it for my little ark of rushes that must 

wait and hide. 

I had it for my little Moses hidden where no 

one could see, 
The little baby Moses that nobody knew about 

but me. 

And I was hiding in the flags and I was waiting 

all the day, 
And watching on the bank to see if Pharaoh's 

daughter came that way. 



[58] 



NUMBERS 



When I can count the numbers far, 
And know all the figures that there are, 

Then I'll know everything, and I 
Can know about the ground and sky, 

And all the little bugs I see, 

And I'll count the leaves on the silver-leaf tree, 

And all the days that ever can be. 

I'll know all the cows and sheep that pass, 
And I'll know all the grass, 

And all the places far away, 

And I'll know everything some day. 

[59] 



IN THE NIGHT 



The light was burning very dim, 
The little blaze was brown and red, 
And I waked just in time to see 
A panther going under the bed. 

I saw him crowd his body down 
To make it fit the little space. 
I saw the streaks along his back, 
And bloody bubbles on his face. 

Long marks of light came out of my eyes 
And went into the lamp — and there 
Was Something waiting in the room — 
I saw it sitting on a chair. 



[60] 



Its only eye was shining red, 
Its face was very long and gray, 
Its two bent teeth were sticking out, 
And all its jaw was torn away. 

Its legs were flat against the chair, 
Its arms were hanging like a swing. 
It made its eye look into me, 
But did not move or say a thing. 

I tried to call and tried to scream, 
But all my throat was shut and dry. 
My little heart was jumping fast, 
I couldn't talk or cry. 

• 

And when I'd look outside the bed 

I'd see the panther going in. 

The streaks were moving on his back, 

The bubbles on his chin. 



[61] 



I couldn't help it if they came, 
I couldn't save myself at all, 
And so I only waited there 
And turned my face against the wall, 



[62] 



THE PEOPLE 



The ants are walking under the ground, 
And the pigeons are flying over the steeple, 
And in between are the people. 



[63] 



THE GRANDMOTHER 

When Grandmother comes to our house, 
She sits in the chair and sews away. 
She cuts some pieces just alike 
And makes a quilt all day. 

I watch her bite the little thread, 

Or stick the needle in and out, 

And then she remembers her grandmother's 

house, 
And what her grandmother told about, 

And how a very long ago — 

She tells it while she cuts and strips — 

We used to live in Mary-land, 

And there was a water with ships. 



[64] 



But that was long before her day, 
She says, and so I like to stand 
Beside her chair, and then I ask, 
"Please tell about in Mary-land." 



[65] 



IN MARYLAND 



When it was Grandmother Barbara's day, 
We lived on a hill, and down below, 
Beyond the pasture and the trees, 
A river used to go. 

The water was very wide and blue 
And deep, and my! it was a sight 
To see the ships go up and down, 
And all the sails were white. 

And Grandmother Barbara used to wait 
Beside the window or the door. 
She never was too tired of it 
To watch the river any more. 



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And we could hardly see across, 

And the water was blue, as blue as the sky, 

And all day long and all day long 

We watched the little ships go by. 



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THE SUNDAY BONNET 



It happened at Grandmother Polly's house, 
And there was a bonnet put away 
For Polly to wear when she went to church. 
She would not wear it every day. 

It had some little flowers on, 
And it was standing on its head 
In a bonnet box where it was safe, 
Away up stairs on the company's bed. 

And Grandmother Polly was going to church, 
And she sent her Alice up the stair — 
Alice was black — she was Evaline's child — 
She waited on Polly and combed her hair. 



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And Alice said, "Oh, lawsie me!" 
And then she cried and came running down. 
And everyone went to see, and the cat 
Had five little cats in the bonnet crown. 



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THE SUN AND A BIRCH TREE 

As I came home through Howard's lane, 
The trees were bending down with rain. 

A still mist went across their tops, 

And my coat was powdered gray with drops. 

Then I looked in the woods to see 
The limbs of the white birch tree. 

It made a bright spot in the air, 

And I thought the sun was shining there. 



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A LITTLE WIND 
(A Song) 

When I lay down 

In a clover place, 

With eyelids closed, 

In a clover place, 

A little wind came to my face. 

One gentle wind 

Blew on my mouth, 

And I said, "It will quiver by. 

What little wind now can it be?" 

And I lay still 

Where the clovers were. 

But when I raised my lids to see, 
Then it was a butterfly. 

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AUTUMN FIELDS 



He said his legs were stiff and sore 
For he had gone some twenty-eight miles, 
And he'd walked through by watergaps 
And fences and gates and stiles. 

He said he'd been by Logan's woods, 
And up by Walton's branch and Simms, 
And there were sticktights on his clothes 
And little dusts of seeds and stems. 

And then he sat down on the steps, 
And he said the miles were on his feet. 
For some of that land was tangled brush, 
And some was plowed for wheat. 



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The rabbits were thick where he had been, 
And he said he'd found some ripe papaws. 
He'd rested under a white oak tree, 
And for his dinner he ate red haws. 

Then I sat by him on the step 
To see the things that he had seen. 
And I could smell the shocks and clods, 
And the land where he had been. 



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MR. PENNYBAKER AT CHURCH 



He holds his songbook very low, 
And then he stretches down his face, 
And Mother said, "You mustn't watch, 
He's only singing bass." 

He makes his voice go walking down, 
Or else he hurries twice as fast 
As all the rest, but even then 
He finishes the song the last. 

And when I see him singing there, 
I wonder if he knows it all 
About Leviticus and Shem 
And Deuteronomy and Saul. 



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THE WOLVES 



When Grandmother Polly had married and gone, 
But before her father had given her Clem, 
Or Joe, or Sandy, or Evaline — , 
Before he had given her any of them, 

She used to live in a far-away place, 
In a little cabin that was her home, 
And all around were bushes and trees, 
And the wolves could come. 

At night they ran down out of the rocks 
And bristled up their trembly fur. 
They came and howled by Polly's door 
And showed their little white teeth at her. 



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A BEAUTIFUL LADY 



We like to listen to her dress, 
It makes a whisper by her feet. 
Her little pointed shoes are gray; 
She hardly lets them touch the street. 

Sometimes she has a crumpled fan. 
Her hat is silvered on the crown. 
And there are roses by the brim 
That nod and tremble up and down. 

She comes along the pavement walk, 

And in a moment she is gone. 

She hardly ever looks at us, 

But once she smiled and looked at John, 



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And so we run to see her pass 
And watch her through the fence, and I 
Can hear the others whispering, 
"Miss Josephine is going by." 



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SHELLS IN ROCK 



I've been along the quarry road, 
And I have watched men digging wells, 
And everywhere it was the same — 
The stones were full of little shells. 

And they are packed away in rock; 
They're under sand and under clay; 
And some one said that they were left 
When the ocean went away. 

I saw them in the stones that make 
A church, and in a bridge. 
They're hidden in the solid rock 
But they show along the edge. 



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You see them in foundation stones; 
They show in creeks and waterfalls; 
And once I saw them on the jail — 
More little shells in walls. 

We walk on them when we walk on roads; 
And they're packed under all the hills. 
Suppose the sea should come back here 
And gather up its shells. 



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HORSE 



His bridle hung around the post. 

The sun and the leaves made spots come down: 

I looked close at him through the fence; 

The post was drab and he was brown. 

His nose was long and hard and still, 
And on his lip were specks like chalk. 
But once he opened up his eyes, 
And he began to talk. 

He didn't talk out with his mouth; 
He didn't talk with words or noise. 
The talk was there along his nose; 
It seemed and then it was. 



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He said the day was hot and slow, 
And he said he didn't like the flies; 
They made him have to shake his skin, 
And they got drowned in his eyes. 

He said that drab was just about 
The same as brown, but he was not 
A post, he said, to hold a fence. 
"I'm horse," he said, "that's what!" 

And then he shut his eyes again. 
As still as they had been before. 
He said for me to run along 
And not to bother him any more. 



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AUGUST NIGHT 



We had to wait for the heat to pass, 
And I was lying on the grass, 

While Mother sat outside the door, 
And I saw how many stars there were. 

Beyond the tree, beyond the air, 

And more and more were always there. 

So many that I think they must 
Be sprinkled on the sky like dust. 

A dust is coming through the sky! 
And I felt myself begin to cry. 



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So many of them and so small, 
Suppose I cannot know them all. 



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THREE DOMINICAN NUNS 



One day they came; I heard their feet. 
They made a tapping on the street. 

And as they passed before our trees, 

Their shawls blew out in curves like threes, 

And bent again in twos and L's; 

The wind blew on their rosaries 
And made them ring like little bells. 



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MY HEART 



My heart is beating up and down, 
Is walking like some heavy feet. 
My heart is going every day, 
And I can hear it jump and beat. 

At night before I go to sleep, 
I feel it beating in my head; 
I hear it jumping in my neck 
And in the pillow on my bed. 

And then I make some little words 
To go along and say with it — 
The men are sailing home from Troy, 
And all the lamps are lit. 

The men are sailing home from Troy, 
And all the lamps are lit. 

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THE HENS 



The night was coming very fast; 
It reached the gate as I ran past. 

The pigeons had gone to the tower of the church 
And all the hens were on their perch, 

Up in the barn, and I thought I heard 
A piece of a little purring word. 

I stopped inside, waiting and staying, 

To try to hear what the hens were saying. 

They were asking something, that was plain, 
Asking it over and over again. 



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Iff 



One of them moved and turned around, 
Her feathers made a ruffled sound, 

A ruffled sound, like a bushful of birds, 
And she said her little asking words. 

She pushed her head close into her wing, 
But nothing answered anything. 



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Under the Tree 



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